2›Iggy: I'll carry dirty oil filters and bent nails, but if you think for one minute that I'm going to soil my dorsal receptacle with the stuff that's hanging all over you ...›Iggy: You're not my type. I wouldn't pick you up if you were the last girl at the dance! By the way, can you Samba?›10›Iggy: Am I a garbage truck? My manipulatory extensors were designed with the subtlety of a surgeon's hands. You've no idea the kind of havoc this sort of sordid manual labor plays with them. Fine! I've got the ›Iggy: Oh, wonderful. I can see the headlines now - "Hampster Droid Chokes Cramming Cheeks While Master Packrat Looks On". In goes the ›Iggy: Is this your idea of a perk? Allowing me to stagger home with as much garbage as I can carry? My receptacle now holds the smelly ›Iggy: Garbage picker. Oh, you're absolutely right! What collection would be complete without the priceless ›Iggy: Okay, but if I blow a servo picking this up, you're the one who's going to pay for the service call. There. Satisfied? I've taken the ›Iggy: They're going to hear about this at my next Droid Rights Meeting. My receptacle now holds the filthy ›Iggy: Look, if you want souvenirs of our trip, why not just buy a postcard like everyone else. All right, I suppose I could pick up the ›Iggy: In an alternate universe, your double is filling his cupboards with swizzle sticks. In goes the ›Iggy: We're fighting for our lives, not browsing through a department store. [AX21 My dorsal receptacle now contains the ›Iggy: What is this, a yard sale? Yes, do let's pick up the lovely, lovely ›